Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

After ending the call, Sabrina asked with concern, “What’s going on?” “Sorry, I have to go.”
“Alright. Will you be Long? When will you come back?”
“It won’t take Long. Why don’t you wait for me here for a while?” Sabrina thought she had already been waiting for a while and
decided she could wait a Little longer. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
Tyrone grabbed his coat and left the office. When he passed by the reception, he instructed his secretaries to have some snacks
sent to Sabrina.
Outside the police station, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb.
The door swung open, and a pair of impeccably crafted leather shoes, polished to a high shine, touched the pavement with a soft
thud.
Tyrone shut the car door. Damon, who had been waiting by the entrance, swiftly approached. He nodded toward the police
station and said, “Good, you’re here. He’s still inside.”
“Okay,” Tyrone replied and strode in.
Larry emerged from the interrogation room, his face twisted into a scowl of frustration. As he turned to leave, he abruptly stopped
in his tracks.
Standing a few meters away, Tyrone stared at him and said in a low voice, “Larry.” Their eyes met.
With widened eyes and a slight shift in expression, Larry’s fists clenched instinctively. He seemed momentarily stunned but
quickly regained his composure.
“Tyrone? What a coincidence! Are you here to see Ms. Clifford?”
Tyrone masked his anger and responded with a forced smile, “No. I’m here to see you.”
Larry furrowed his brows and was silent for a few seconds. “Me?”
“Can you spare a few minutes? We haven’t seen each other for half a month. How about a drink with me?”

Looking at Tyrone, Larry considered it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.”
“Let’s go.”
Tyrone sidestepped, making way for Larry.
Larry pursed his lips and walked past Tyrone.
Tyrone walked beside him.
“I’ll give you a ride. I’ll arrange for someone to drive your car back.”